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There is dancing and there is eating.
My throat is fucked, so the eating is becoming human.
I love seeing older men rollerskate
They are black and wear black v-neck tees
They skate lines awake to the 70s and
In just a few nods I’m thinking
Back and forth and back back and forth and back and forth again
A great song from an earlier age of not looking down
Back back because dancing, really dancing, and city upon city, and watching the snow coming down and forth again
I get it.
And when I’ve got it, I'll get to working on making peace with all this not looking down.
--
for December 5, 2009 and a few other days
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